Treasure Island

Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar

(06.08 1983 r. / Gdynia)

after the rain


and where the sun is now?
you are waiting all morning,
did not come.
and you are sad, and now
you become a face to face
with sorrow like in front
of a mirror
the first drops your tears

everything is mixed,
and you do not want anything.
you want to have peace of mind
and suddenly you see a pen,
and white pages waiting.
You start to write about May.

and you are feeling the sun.
it's nice,
like now,
it all happened,
and now, he is and you.
and he is wiping your tears.

and after the rain.

Submitted: Saturday, August 29, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, September 02, 2009

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